Fox's Glade i had held it a world away

at piper's approach, the sound of her softly feminine voice, mona's countenance lit with a gentle smile. how much piper had grown since they spoke of the homba! and although the firebird knew it to be an altogether vainglorious thought, the beauty of the younger girl coming into her own made mona feel somehow older.
older — ruined, in some way. piper, to the mayfair's knowledge, had not yet known love, nor its caustic sting. and so she was whole in that. loss of one you loved was different than the loss of self, mona had determined. but now was not the time for selfish thoughts.
"a while ago, i told you we would go to the glen." her murkwater gaze glimmered with an invitation toward adventure. "and i think we could both use some fun." with a glance that rested on piper a moment longer, mona turned and began to set off across the short expanse to the herbaceous alcove of foxes, trusting the girl would follow.